my eyes held hostage on film a flash conveying them as bright and violent nothing is as is when rendered two-dimensional lines and shades stay true but false light disassembles every hue no camera can capture that thread between your smile that you silently weave through the hole in my melancholy to fold and seal the seams of my greatest expectations of my most frightening dreams and i spread four limbs back upon the asphalt i'm tired of capturing things from the same angle the view from tomorrow is tainted by everything we thought would happen but couldn't bring forth from the source and what can be found from the platform of yesterday is as bright and indecipherable as the dawn and to think i just want something to develop something to break and unfold instead of the same telltale colors that you used to paint your perception with
wow this holds no bars.. how to be whole in this life is all we have. how to accept how things used to be and are going to be, even when we move on and learn. this is how i felt after reading.. great piece love n peace from saff